Masakado made his way through the sewer. His intensly large brain (incased in a strangely normal sized, not to mention really, really attractive head), recalled the strange events of the day.

When the electric beaver he recieved in the mail exploded, he had started to suspect something. Then, when assassins jumped out of his toilet, he knew something was up. There was only one place to go...down...

Masakado tore through the filthy pipes with a renewed sense of urgency. A sexy sense of urgency.

He'd gone ten paces into a time blackened tunnel, when a slight groan emerged from behind the wall...Masakado placed his head to the slick, cold stone.

Suddenly, the wall burst open like a stripper from a birthday cake! "The Mulholland Ringworm!" Masakado spake.

It was thusly that Masakado did enter into divine combat with the vurm. He won too; kicked it's ass.

As Masakado tore the head off the beast, his pager went off. He picked it up gingerly. "Oh," he said loudly and importantly (albiet to no one in particualr), "It's my millionare underwear model girlfriend."

"Wrong again Masakado!" the voice of Masakado's beaver bubbled from the pager.

"Wait, pagers can't talk!"

"VOTE GORE!"

The sewer burst into flame.

To be extended beyond its worth..._________________

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